Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Monday, October 16, 2017
Mind Twisting Drugs
This won't be a long story, I promise. The doctor gave me these drugs.
For the second night, in a row, I went and shot photos at the Kin Matsuri.
Saturday, I took one of these pills, slept for 3 hours and, went to work.
They said, "Don't operate any machinery, until you feel used to the stuff."
That's why, I took a long nap. A camera, on a tripod isn't really all that heavy.
At the matsuri, I tried avoiding beer because, I wasn't sure it would be a good idea.
Eventually, I caved and, tossed a few before the fireworks even got started.
Then, shot a bunch of fireworks and, went out drinking beers until 2 AM.
Skipping the nighttime dosage, I slept fairly well.
Next morning, I did an internet search on Lyrica, the pain killer, they gave me.
Oops. You shouldn't consume alcohol or, only drink in moderation if, you have to.
Well, moderation, to me, would be, no more that 20 and no less than 17 beers.
Just kidding. Taking the dosage the pretty doctor, put me on, I won't be drinking at all.
Pain killers and I, don't exactly, get along with each other, I told the doctor.
Why in hell, anybody would want their brain numbed beats me.
Figure out, what's causing the pain and, fix it. Numskulls.
Anything stronger than Aspirin, is too much, for me. Beer can make me numb.
With two women in the room (wife and doctor) telling me, I need these drugs, I groaned.
There's no sense getting in an argument with experts, who know everything about anything.
So, I'm taking this medicine for the next two weeks. I had to make a promise.
No heavy lifting. Can't lift a cement block, over my head 150 times a day.
That would be dangerous, with a numb skull and psychedelics on your mind.
One hundred and fifty push-ups, a day, doesn't sound too bad, though.
Processing Fireworks Images
All hopped-up on medicines, I'm going through about 300 photo files, for developing.
The bright light and colors was really getting to me, today. Dizzying.
Every 20 minutes or so, I went outside for a break and, a smoke, usually.
Do ten push-ups for each cigarette, you smoke and, it adds up to 150, quickly.
Without cleaning-up the images, I put 50 or more, in a Facebook album.
This one, had some editing done, to remove the smoke, trailing behind the explosion.
Some psychedelic GIF animations, could be in the making, at a later date.
For now, I'm limiting my work, to things which are simple and enjoyable.
Some reporter, wanting to interview me, had to be told, to go find someone else.
A guy, like me, might say something offensive, when taking mind-bending drugs.
We, wouldn't want that to happen, would we ?
Camera: Pentax K1
Lens: Pentax 18-250 at 18 MM
Exposure: f/11 1/sec ISO 100
Location: Kin Town, Okinawa, Japan
Date and Time: OCT 10 2017 8:58 PM
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Thanks to an Alert Granddaughter
The sun was still blazing hot when I arrived at the Kin Town Matsuri.
Placing the tripod and camera under a food counter, I did some serious BBQ eating.
The only photos I planned on shooting, would be the fireworks.
Some friends, hanging around the festival food booths, were drinking beer.
Some medications, I'm taking gave me an excuse to, not join them, enjoying the booze.
Along came the Mayor and, he wanted to chat, meet my friends and, drink beers together.
The next thing, you know, everybody's buying beers and doing cheers.
That was my excuse, to partake in a little bit of beer drinking. Not to insult the Mayor.
The Mayor, doesn't speak much English and the gang, didn't speak Japanese.
Even though, I'm not an official translator, I had to do some simple translating.
Like, introducing people and, telling the Mayor their ages and occupations.
Maybe, stuff like, "Wow. She's got nice jeans." When some gal walked by.
Other than that, everybody kept buying, each other, cups of beer and saying, "Kampai."
That's what folks do, when drinking and making toasts in Japan.
The Mayor, floated away in the festival crowds so, we kept drinking beers without him.
Along came a granddaughter, who knows, I have a camera, for the festival, somewhere.
She asked if, grandpa remembers, why he came to this festival.
"I came to shoot the hanabi (fireworks), I told her."
"Where's your camera, Grandpa?"
"Over there, under the counter."
"Hurry up and get ready."
"Why" I said, "The hanabi don't start, until 8:45."
"She came back with, "Grandpa, it's 8:40 now!"
Holy crap. I had to slam my cup of beer and run to get the camera set up.
These shots were taken between 9:00 and 9:02 PM, the last few minutes of the fireworks.
More Photos on Facebook in the Kin Town Matsuri 2017
Friday, October 13, 2017
Prettiest Doctor on Planet Earth
Scared to visit doctors, from previous experiences, I only use them when I have to.
The past few months, I hadn't been feeling well but, try to hide it.
Finally, I got half scared to death and decided, it would be a good time to turn myself-in.
Almost three years ago, I had been in this hospital for surgery. It's up in Nago, Okinawa.
They cut me open and installed some mesh, to patch a blowout in my belly.
It was fun, joking with the nurses and sneaking off the fourth floor, to get outside.
No smoking rules, forced me to ground level, past the mortuary, to get outside and smoke.
The doctor let me cut my visit a few days short because, I recovered so quickly.
Shadanhojinhokubuchiku is the hospital, I was in and decided to go back there.
Attorneys Love Things Like This
Those mesh patches, feel sorta funny, when installed in your pelvis.
After awhile, you get used to it and, life goes on, as usual. It beats being dead, I think.
Some gal back in the USA, won 57 million dollars because of a mesh lawsuit.
It seems Johnson & Johnson, got caught selling defective patches and has to pay, now.
The woman, had all sorts of problems, with the mesh and, felt like she was on fire.
Back around June, of this year, my mesh started burning, down there in my lower tummy.
Not really interested in becoming a millionaire, I decided to get a checkup.
What if, they quit selling that mesh in the USA and, sent some to Japan ?
Certain, I was about to be admitted, I traveled light. Just carried a few extra smokes.
All appointments, for the next few weeks, were put on hold.
Keys, a few hundred dollars, cameras and, other junk I usually carry, were left at home.
Just the wife and a daughter, drove me to the hospital. The dog I said, "Later Stinky."
When you check-in at the front desk, they decide, where to send you next.
This, I'll call station #4. There must have been 35 people, who arrived before me.
Orthopaedics, I had to google. I figured, it had something to do with bones.
An hour wait at the front desk and, another hour stuck here. Groan.
Blood pressure, heartbeat and a few other things, eventually got checked.
Poor little nurse, couldn't reach high enough to measure my height so, I did it myself.
Once, they decide, which doctor you need, you get to wait another hour.
Soon, I started telling the wife and daughter, "It's a miracle. I'm cured. Let's go home."
Beautiful Woman Doctor
A gorgeous, late twenties, almond-eyed, long-haired, gal in a blue uniform, greeted us.
The wife comes along, to help with the hearing and translation.
She gets informed about my last visit and, pulls up all my records on the computer.
Meanwhile, I do stuff like, look at her fingers and, see there are no rings.
She has me, get up on a table for examination and, I had to pull my shorts down, a little ways.
She started poking around, looking for the scar, from my last surgery.
Sort of a gorilla, it took her awhile to find the spot. Then, she pokes around there.
"Does this hurt?" she asks. "Yeah. That's why I came here. It burns, like fire." I told her.
She wanted my pants down lower and had me raise my fanny up a bit.
Then, she pulled everything down to my knees and had me spread my legs.
Holy crap. The gal started, sticking her hands all over my crotch, probing and squeezing !
"Does it hurt here? How about, when I do this? Pain here?"
"No, sweetie. You're making everything feel fine. It doesn't hurt down there." I told her.
Off to the Echo Chamber
The doctor determined, some sort of internal images, should be taken and, away we went.
"That gal's too young to be a doctor. She's cute. Did you see what she did to me?" I asked the wife.
"Why didn't you punch her in the face?" I said, while we walked to the next station.
The wife said, "She's a doctor, doing her job. Maybe, she's an intern. That's why she's young."
Well, I sort of enjoyed it but if, I saw some young guy, do that to you, I'd knock them out."
At the EKKO Station, the missus, waited outside and, I went in with a 3/4 good-looking gal.
She slapped some grease on me and, watched a TV screen, while rubbing a machine around.
Both sides of my pelvis got viewed but, she kept away from the Tinker Toys. Yeah !
Another hour or, two and, we got to see my favorite doctor, again.
The doctor, after looking at the pictures, said everything looks normal. I could go home.
Duh. My belly's on fire. That's not normal, to me !
Let's Try a CT Scan
That's one, I have never experienced and told the doctor. MRI, I've done some.
She said it was similar to an MRI, just a different machine.
They gave me some sort of transfusion machine, hooked-up and taped to my arm.
Took some blood and, pumped juice in me and, I'd have to wait an hour.
No eating lunch. Dammit, it was going on two o'clock and, I was hungry.
"No smoking," a gal told us. But, the wife whispered, "She said, one was OK."
The wife, couldn't stay there in the room. "No problem," I told her.
In case, they spoke Japanese only, I could understand, "Hold still and, hold your breath."
The machine, was similar to an MRI, just smaller. It wasn't like going into a coffin.
The gadget, on my arm, got colored juice, pumped into an artery.
The machine buzzed and, I spent about half an hour on the table, moving in and out.
When done, they unhooked me and, when I stood up, felt like a drunk.
That's something I've become accustomed to so, it was easy navigating through the hospital.
The results of the CT were delivered back to the nurses at my doctor's station.
Knowing it may take another hour, I had the wife and daughter waiting and, got more smokes.
The lady doctor, finally had us brought in but, didn't feel me, this time.
After looking at all the evidence and, consulting with the big doctors, she knew.
The burning sensation is caused by some nodules. I can get pain killers.
Nope. I don't want some drugs, to numb my brain so, I won't feel the burning.
We settled on some medicine, that's like Vitamin B 12. I got a month's supply.
And, I have another appointment, with the lady doctor in two weeks, for a checkup.
When she asks how I feel, I'll say, "I don't know. You tell me."
The wife knows, I like to clown around and, is happy to have me home.
She told the daughter about my thrilling experience with the young lady doctor.
They both had a good laugh and, we went out to dinner, while in the big city.
With my Japanese health insurance, it cost about 150 bucks, for everything, yesterday.
It would have totaled over $17,000 if, I had no health insurance. Probably more, in the USA.
When I go back, I'll ask the doctor, "Could you add a little Viagra, to that medicine?"
Then, start dancing around the room singing, "I'm the Hoochie Coochie Man."